In a different time, centuries ago...
A younger Eniel thrust his pole, impaling the Angel Commander as the latter knelt, helpless before his conquerors...
"We have won." Eniel proclaimed to his soldiers.
They cheered as they raided the Angelic settlement.
"Sir... there's something you need to see." One of the soldiers led Eniel to a destroyed building.
Inside, was an Angel, her wings torn and as if they were stained....
"A Fallen..." Eniel told to himself as he went closer to examine her.
"What should we do with her, sir? The Dogmas dictate that she must die..." the soldier said.
Eniel rolled his eyes. The Angel stared at him, looking absolutely pitiful as she curled up, her eyes wide with fear...
He couldn't help but pity the poor thing, despite himself.
"I will... take care of her. Now leave."
"Yes sir." His guards left.
"You, what is your name?" He said with a certain directness that almost made her jump.
"F-Faith..." she replied, her body trembling and covered with wounds and blood.
"Interesting. I'm surprised you survived the raid. It seems you're the only one left... and those wings of yours..." Eniel said, standing up and looking pensive...
She simply had a blank expression on her face. There was no need to cry. It was too late for that.
(Just gonna flesh out my character, guys ^^)